Soul Gun wonders how you reclassify the pathways to Everytown USA Confuses itself for being in the train business Instead of the transportation business, Keeps trying to hammer down that steel Soul Gun wants to bargain hunt But keep its moniker without having to make an investment Soul Gun only looks out for Soul Gun It plays the “understanding others” role frequently There are systems for everything The dark leaves The dark leaves Soul Gun only believes in that which is tentative Suspicious of those stars it knows are always up there

Soul Gun

Soul Gun always attracts the wrong kind of affection Soul Gun moves forward, glancing up at inopportune moments The train door as it is closing The baited breath after the argument has ended Soul Gun finds talking comes more easily several paces away from the pressure points Several paces inverted away from the cuckold Soul Gun thinks attention is a funny thing Even funnier to command Peace is apparently a thing to get before it gets you Grace is something you can afford others but sometimes always shouldn’t Soul Gun is learning